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Suddenly, a charred arm stretched out from the fire and grabbed Lin Hai's arm fiercely.

A hideous face appeared in the sea of fire.

"Let's go !!"

The hideous, charred face showed the scorched wilt of oil. There was tenderness in the cloudy and dark yellow eyes.

Lin Hai opened his eyes.

"Another nightmare."

For as long as he can remember, Lin Hai has had this nightmare over and over again, and the flames clearly visible in the dream have followed him night and night like the real thing.

Lin Hai looked at himself in the mirror, his pale face and lips were full of stubble, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to remind him of the weight of his body.

"You need to rest, my child."

The last time I went back to the orphanage to visit Wang's mother, Wang's mother held Lin Hai's face, full of reluctance.

Lin Hai shook his head, washing his face, hair, and neck with tap water. Let the icy water flow down the collarbone, cold to the bone.

Winter in the north is clean and cold, and you don't feel anything outside except being embraced by the cold.

Lin Hai didn't care, his unusual physique minimized his impact on temperature.

Cold doesn't mean cold, and the bustling crowds on the streets can't darken the sky.

Huangquan Hotel. A place that people don't want to stay in when they hear it, but for a town with only a thousand people, this hotel is the only place for travelers to and from here, although the homonym "Yellow Springs" is better than sleeping on the streets, so in private, people still call this hotel "Yellow Springs" hotel,

Lin Hai watched that the sky outside was getting a little darker, so he put on heavy winter clothes and went out to eat something.

"Young man, get out?"

Lin Hai nodded and smiled slightly at the boss in front of the counter.

"Then remember, you must come back before the hour, our store is closed, and if you come back after the time, I won't open the door."

The owner Huang Quan, the name of the hotel is his name.

Lin Hai nodded and walked out the door.

Lin Hai didn't feel strange about Boss Huang's request, after all, for a well-known haunted hotel, there will always be some special rules.

Sanjin Town, a town that can't be found on the map, but it does exist, and there are many places where such a town is, because of the traffic blockage, so generally only the hand-drawn map of the locals will have a road map here.

In the past two years, a gold mine was discovered in the town of Sanshen, and even if the town was closed, there would always be some people who wanted to go out, and the news of the gold mine spread far and wide, attracting a large number of gold diggers to visit.

The first group of gold diggers successfully mined the gold, and on the night they left, they stayed at the Huangquan Hotel, and all of them died overnight.

When this first happened, the number of gold diggers suddenly decreased. But profit is always higher than guts, and then the gold diggers did not happen again, which made the people behind them emboldened again. However, rumors of haunting began to spread in this Huangquan Hotel. But if you want to pan for gold, you must stay in the town of the mountain god, and the attitude of the town is extremely indifferent to outsiders, the townspeople worship the mountain god, thinking that the first wave of gold diggers will die when they anger the mountain god, so no one wants to stay in these people.

The town is closed to news, basically self-sufficient, and the level of civilization basically belongs to the 90s. Law enforcement agencies are in vain, these people are dead, not locals, at most it will become a pastime story for locals after dinner. No one from an outsider will say that if one more person knows that there is a mine, there will be more competition, they are all human spirits, and the things that should be swallowed in the stomach will never vomit half a point.

Lin Hai returned to the Huangquan Hotel at ten o'clock, and when he passed by the counter, he didn't see Boss Huang, only a golden beckoning cat kept waving his left paw, and the slightly raised cat's mouth seemed to have just eaten flesh and blood, and the bright red glowed.

There are a total of twenty rooms in the Huangquan Hotel, and Lin Hai checked in early this morning, and he fell asleep as soon as he checked in. Judging from the light and sound, there are a total of ten rooms in the hotel, and the specific number of people is uncertain, and it should be more than 20 people.

Lin Hai didn't care what these people came to do, or what they were digging up, because his target was not these people at all.

The time has arrived, and the boss told the check-in staff when they checked in, and when they arrived, they must close the door tightly and never go out half a step.

After all, this is a haunted hotel, and no one wants to touch this brow.

Just after eleven o'clock, the noise in the surrounding rooms stopped at once, and the silence was eerie.

Lin Hai sat on the sofa, his eyelids lowered, his hands supporting his temples, and kept rubbing.

People who dream night and night will not have a good quality of sleep. Although the trip didn't make Lin Hai sober up, the inside of the hotel was not much better than the outside, but there was less biting cold wind, which gave people some respite.

Di Di Di ......

Twelve o'clock in the morning, at the right time.

Lin Hai turned off the alarm clock on his watch, put his coat on the sofa, stretched the gray sweater, and combed his hair casually, letting it stretch in one direction. Got up, walked to the door, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and opened the door.

The dark hallway was silent, and it seemed that the occupants had fallen asleep, and there was no light shining through the cracks of the rooms.

Trample...... Trample...... Trample......

The footsteps of Lin Hai echoed in the narrow passageway, and gradually came to the end, which was an upward staircase, and it was pitch black.

There was no moon today, dark and dense clouds obscured the eyes of the sky, the earth was plunged into pitch black, and the five fingers could not be seen, and the animals stopped their night chirping, and hid in their holes, beware, and hidden.

The darkness didn't cause trouble for Lin Hai. Born with night vision, he can thrive in the dark.

His night vision is different from observation through night vision equipment, which uses the two conditions of low-light and infrared rays to convert the invisible light signals from the target into electrical signals, and then amplify the electrical signals and convert the electrical signals into light signals visible to the human eye. He didn't need light, and the darkness was as clear to him as day.

Lin Hai walked to the staircase on the second and third floors, and could see that the upper half of the staircase was covered with dust, and it seemed that no one had cleaned it for a long time.

"This is the floor where the first Gold Diggers died." Lin Hai thought to himself, raised his foot and stepped on a puff of dust and walked up.

Since the death of those gold diggers, Boss Huang Quan has sealed the third floor, and a gate has been built at the staircase on the third floor to lock the entire floor.

Lin Hai carefully looked at the gate that was across the years, the dark red hue seemed to be the color of dried blood, and the door was carved with strange patterns, and it could be roughly seen that these patterns seemed to be flowers connected together, most of the flowers were not open, but closed, like a person with his head lowered in one direction. Only two flowers were open, and at the stamens were two grimaces, connected by two rings, on which was a quaint ghost lock, and the hideous demon showed the fangs of the upper jaw, and a copper rod was interspersed between the fangs.

Lin Hai looked down, and at the bottom of the gate, the roots of these strange flowers were actually wrapped in the patterns of seven skulls!

The pattern is quite artistic, or perhaps deliberate, and does not have an eerie feeling.

Lin Hai took out two wires, such a padlock couldn't help him, the two wires kept rotating in the keyhole, but the lock cylinder just couldn't pop out.

Lin Hai frowned slightly, touched the lock, and pulled hard.

With a click, the lock opened, and it seemed that the lock cylinder did not have to be stuck all year round.

After opening the lock, Lin Hai patted the dust in his hands, raised his hands and pressed them on the door, and pushed hard.